Thursday, June 14, 2007

Moonlight Ride.

Post 229 - - - - - Thursday, 14th June, 2007.

Hello Everyone ~~ I hope you have had a great day or are aboutto have one. It has been much the same here, weather wise, butI had to go out - via taxi- to the podiatrist and apart from sweepingup more Autumn leaves, spent most of the day inside.

Tonight's story is called "Moonlight Ride" and the Author isUnknown. I hope you enjoy it.

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found'For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.She unpacked her things with such great ease.As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy.It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.She made new friends and even got a date.She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,And dating this guy would sure help her outThere was only one problem stopping her fate.Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.They won't know the difference; what's there to lose ?"Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.Her parents frowned but said, "All right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event,But as she rushed around like she had no sense,She began to feel guilty about all the lies,But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride ?

Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,But the moonlight ride would have to wait.For Jeff waas half drunk by this time.But he kissed her and said he was fine.

Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point,But only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.They finally made it to the point at last,And Jeff started trying to make a pass.

A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football)"Perhaps my parents were right . . .maybe I am too young.Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away;"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,Jenny knew that her life was in danger.She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,But he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home ! I'll confess that I lied,I really went out for a moonlight ride."Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash."Oh God, Please help us ! We're going to crash !"

She doesn't remember the force of impact.Just that everything all of a sudden went black.She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,And heard, "Call an ambulance ! These kids are in trouble !"

Voices she heard . . . a few words at best,But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck,Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,And if the people in the other car were alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad."You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."These voices echoed inside her head,As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.

They said, "Jenny, we've done all we can do,But it looks as if we'll lose you too.""But the people in the other car ?" Jenny cried."We're sorry Jenny, they also died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done.I only wanted to have one night of fun."Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,And that it's my fault so many have died.Oh nurse, won't you please tell them that for me ?"The nurse just stood there - she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.And a few moments later Jenny died.A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best,To bid that girl her one last request ?"

She looked at the man with eyes so sad."Because the people in the other car were her Mom and Dad."This story is sad and unpleasant but true,So young people take heed, it could have been you.<><><>

Women like to talk - - men prefer action. Men know that discussingwith a woman what needs to be done takes twice as long as doing thetask.

Men feel proud of what they achieve If they do even a simple job likehanging a picture on the wall they feel a sense of satisfaction everytime they walk past it. However, if they have to ask for help with atask they experience feelings of inadequacy every time they walk past it.

Women do not like science fiction. They find it dull and predictable.They much prefer wildly fanciful and unbelievable scenarios such asthose in romantic novels where a woman finds a man who is warm,gentle and loving.

Women tend to talk about their problems in a rambling manner inwhich big and small issues are given no order or priority. In onebreath while telling you that the supermarket has run out of her bestloved cheese she'll casually mention that she has smashed the car,robbed a bank and is running away with your best friend.

Real men do not eat lettuce !!

No man has ever bought himself potpourri or scented candles.

No woman has ever felt the urge to buy herself a 250 watt stereoamplifier.

Women have an amazing sixth sense - -often they say, "No"before their husband has even asked the question.

If women ruled the world it would be a criminal offence to goout without a woolly jumper.

Real women do not do car maintenance.

Don't waste a good joke on a woman -- she won't get it. Askingher "Why did the chicken cross the road ?" triggers some kind ofthinking frenzy and she will most likely reply, "Maybe there werefriends on the other side or perhaps it wanted to avoid a hole orpossibly it had to cross the road to get to it's house. . . . . I hopeit wasn't a busy road - - poor thing to cross with all those cars,I do hope it got across safely. . . . . . ."

A woman expects her six year old to behave like an adult andher husband to act like a six year old.

Men can be terribly sensitive. A woman need only say, "I'vemet someone much sexier than you," and her man will sulkfor hours.

A man will never admit to a mistake. He knows he is perfectand he desperately needs everyone else to know that too,<><><>

A little girl and boy go trick or treating. They knock on a doorof this house and the man who answers itsays, "Well you twoare awful cute. Who are you supposed to be ?"

"We're Jack and Jill," the girl replied. The man says, "You can'tbe Jack and jill, you're black."They go off and a while later they come back dressed differently.They ring the door-bell and once again the man opens the door."Well now, that is just darn cute. Who are you this time ?"

"We're Hansel and Gretel," said the little boy. "Well I hate todisappoint you son, but you can't be Hansel and Gretel, becauseyou're black." says the man.Heads hung low, the kids leave. Not much later the man hearsthe bell ring again.

This time when he opens the door there stand the two childrenbut this time they are BUCK NAKED.

"OH my, And just who are you supposed to be now ?" he asks."Chocolate M and M's", said the little girl..<><><>

Just a few quotes - - - - -

The strongest man in the world ishe who stands alone.- - - - Henrik Ibsen.

Every individual has a place to fill in this world, and isimportant , in some respect, whether he chooses to beor not. - - - - Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Hey, Merle ... has the fog lifted in Shepparton yet ... the sun is peeking through here, finally (it's 1pm Friday !). Wasn't it cold yesterday ... OMG, I haven't had it that cold here since I have lived in this suburb !!Hope you are staying warm.Sorry I haven't been by for awhile ... life is keeping me away from blogging.Take care, hugs, Meow

The moonlight Ride sent shivers done my spine. I'm going to print it out and show it to my teenage grand daughters. A couple more for your dictionary...HIDING a bell you can't reachPICADOR find your own way outSTYLIST directory for pigsSYCAMORE not as well as I used to beRx

Hi Merle, I hope you don't mind but as I was copying Moonlight Ride anyway to show the grandchildren I thought I'd post it on my blog tomorrow (Saturday UK)for anyone who hasn't seen it to read.I shall of couse link back to you.Rx